Countryside Magic Doctor

The elder is OK. He knows he Feng's strength and dare not say anything, but the young people behind him don't understand. They are all the new generation of disciples of the dragon group and are all elite parts.

There are more than 100 disciples in a generation, and they are the elite among these more than 100 people, so it is inevitable that they are somewhat arrogant and have higher eyes than the top!

After seeing that he Feng's strength is not very strong, and he has occupied a large number of seats, he doesn't pay attention to their boss.

Some people in these departments can't see it anymore.

For example, song Weiyang, as one of the best disciples of this generation, although his strength is not the best, he is the favorite in the eyes of various masters and uncles.

The reason is not how handsome he is!

Even being handsome is useless. The cultivator doesn't look at the world of faces. It depends on strength.

But because he is good at drilling camp, and several masters can handle any small things to him at ordinary times, which won the favor of the master.

I don't know how much more I have than the disciples in the same period in terms of cultivation resources and opening a small stove.

However, even with so many things, song Weiyang is still not the strongest, which is enough to see that his talent is not very good.

Seeing the careless He Feng here at the moment, he couldn't help but flash an idea in his mind. Do you want to show it in front of the elder?

Teach this young man a good lesson.

Let him know what is respecting the old and loving the young, and what is respecting the strong?

Thinking of something in his heart, song Weiyang was ready to do something. He immediately took a step forward and rushed out of the crowd with an arrow. Wangcai was a little crowded on his back.

So that several colleagues were knocked around by him that they almost fell to the ground and fell from the sky.

In the swearing and unkind eyes of the people, song Weiyang quickly stepped out of the crowd and reached He Feng.

He was upright and upright, as if he was the embodiment of justice at the moment. Facing He Feng, he was scolded for a while.

"Who are you? Haven't you seen our elder arrive? Don't make room for our elder to sit down." Song Weiyang said, pointing to He Feng's nose.

To be honest, this is a new generation of disciples of the dragon group. They are really not interested in He Feng, because everyone present is standing, but he Feng is sitting on a yellow pear wood chair.

Yunzhu stood beside him, holding his shoulder for He Feng, just like a young master in the feudal era.

Sitting there among a group of standing people, and there is a beautiful beauty waiting next to them, this hatred is not ordinary, so it is inevitable that song Weiyang is a little angry.

It's a pity that he kicked on the iron plate this time!

Isn't he Feng such a good friend?

"I'm sitting in my chair. It's none of your business. Get back now and don't get in the way of me. Otherwise, don't blame me for being rude!" He Feng said coldly without even looking at him.

"How dare you ignore me?" seeing he Feng in front of him, Song Wei ignored himself. Song Wei was so Yang that he was going to explode. His tone was a little shocked and pointed to He Feng.

"TMD, it's no shame to give face, isn't it?" He Feng slapped the purple clay pot in his hand and threw it out. With the hot tea inside, the purple clay pot hit song Weiyang's face heavily.

In the blink of an eye, the small purple sand teapot was torn apart, and song Weiyang's face was bruised, and the broken porcelain pieces also scratched ferocious wounds on his face.

It looks bloody!

After seeing an arc of the teapot hit song Weiyang's face, the new generation of disciples of the dragon group showed a frightened expression in their eyes. They looked at the scene in front of them in surprise.

Always feel a little incredible!

Cultivators respond quickly, and the reaction speed is incomparable compared with ordinary people.

Even the most sensitive robot or human cannot reach the level of an ordinary cultivator.

It's easy for the strong to avoid the things thrown by the weak, but he Feng is so easy to throw a purple sand teapot.

Song Weiyang did not escape!

The strength gap between the two, stand high and judge!

Song Weiyang was not his opponent. All the disciples instantly judged it. After all, they did it.

Everyone threw shocked eyes at He Feng. Song Weiyang was nearly 30 years old, and the young man in front of him looked only in his early 20s or even younger!

It's not like an adult, but like a teenager!

But it has such strength, such terror.

You know, although song Weiyang is not the best, he Feng is also a leader among them. He Feng is so easy that song Weiyang has to suffer a dark loss.

So, what degree of strength does he Feng have in front of him?

There was a question in everyone's heart. Those disciples with cruel eyes secretly classified He Feng as a strong person at the same level or a higher level.

My heart is also complaining about He Feng. Why do you pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger?

However, I'm also a little lucky. I'm glad I didn't come forward to find he Feng. Otherwise, song Weiyang won't be injured and lose face at the moment.

And bring yourself.

"I'll go to your uncle!" Song Weiyang was completely angry, and the whole person was in a crazy state. He took out the long sword he was wearing around his waist, and then stabbed him at He Feng.

It seems that this guy's head doesn't work.

Just after the teapot hit him in the face, he should have realized that he was not his opponent. He couldn't even dodge a teapot he threw at him.

I still want to fight with He Feng. I don't know what his mind thinks.

Obviously, in his rage, song Weiyang completely lost his mind. He Feng's attack on him was not only strength, but also spirit.

Song Weiyang has always had a strong desire for expression, but now he Feng has lost face here. It's inevitable that he feels a little reluctant.

So that in front of the elder, he took out his long sword and started to fight.

The reason in the past and those little cleverness disappeared. Instead, it was like an angry bison rushing towards He Feng with a sword.

"Overestimate yourself!" He Feng said coldly.

Soon, the sharp sword was about to touch He Feng.

He Feng, who closed his eyes and didn't want to pay attention to the goods, suddenly opened his eyes and a golden light flashed in an instant.

Immediately, he Feng shot song Weiyang with the majestic Qi pouring out of his body, which was like the air wave produced by the shell.

In the blink of an eye, song Weiyang, who just shouted ferociously and rushed towards He Feng with a long sword.